the story of this fable is a warning
to those thinking life is sweet to treasure.
yet when you wake up, early in the morning,
you see your old age, mirrored in displeasure
...
what is it.. about the magic of gliding
the slopes of fantastically reachable clouds
that lessens the burden of life's hidden tidings,
at once, unencumbered by gravity's doubts?
...
the lives i lived
the roads I followed
led me to you
oh my Beloved
...
sharing a few of my poems here. and would be grateful for your feedback)
Hopes Left In Doubt
roads untaken
existence forlorn
memories faded
children unborn
friendships forgotten
books left unread
photos unsorted
confessions unsaid
vows not given
praises dismissed
scores left uneven
lovers unkissed
wisdom unshared
worlds unexplored
convictions unaired
music unheard
gifts undelivered
traces unleft
sins unforgiven
orphans unfed
hopes left in doubt
vessels unfilled
meaning unfound
life unfulfilled